He becomes a bucket brigade for the occasion. Or kicks the bucket. Or something. Who is Buckethead? (Off to play with google...)
I was in high school in the late 80s, wore a mohawk every day, black leather, eye liner and eye shadow, full-on goth thing. For Halloween my senior year I borrowed some acid washed jeans, boat shoes, and an Izod polo, feathered my hair back and went as a normal kid. My best friend walked right past me in the hallway, didn't recognize me at first.
Switched the news on. It was on the weather report. Is it really bad that the first thing I noticed was not the map showing the isobars and wind arrows, but the very ample bosom of the weather girl? Is the weather so boring that TV channels need to stick Miss Booby McBoobington to present it? Is it not demeaning to the presenters that they get to present the weather due to their bra size? Bring back Michael "What hurricane?" Fish, I say.
Not going to link, but if you were to search for "Ozzy Man Reviews: Yanet Garcia & Mexican Weather" you might be... feeling the same but moreso.
No, it's not really bad to notice a woman's appearance, but it is unconscionably demeaning to suggest she got her job because of her bra size. Someone needs to get a grip here, and it isn't the weather station.
you want to check out the weather on the Toc show (Chile i think) - weather girls dancing in their lingerie while presenting... I'm sure they absolutely got the job because of their meteorological qualifications though
I think you misunderstand me. I don't know if these people applied to specifically become weather programme presenters, but sometimes, I get the feeling that, because of their chest size, they get automatically put into the weathergirl box, instead of being given more prominent presenting jobs that they are probably very capable of doing.
Headline of the Day from The Onion: Just Once, Dachshund Would Love To Dress Up As Something Other Than Hot Dog
Nice try, but I'm not buying it. We've all said stupid stuff, and trying to justify it only makes it worse. Just take your foot out of your mouth and be done with it. Don't know about Yorkshire and Chile, but where I live, the people doing the TV weather report are meterologists. I spent decades dealing with people whose eyes never made it north of my breasts. Working in a field that at the time was almost 100% male was difficult enough without folks assuming I got my job because I was decorative. Sometimes I thought about keeping a sign in my handbag that said, "I have an IQ of 142 and two degrees in science" that I could bring out during discussions with individuals who had serious mammary fixations.
Well, if that's what you believe I wrote, then I can't disabuse you of that notion, and it seems futile to try. I clearly haven't been able to articulate what I was thinking as well as I thought. I'm sorry that's what you took away from my post, so let's leave it at that. And I'm also sorry I offended you.
Tell it, sister. My chiseled features and rugged good looks kept me from being taken seriously most of my career. It wasn't until I lost my hair that bosses and coworkers were able to see me as the competent, company asset that I was all along. Got a lot less trim, though.
It's okay. Like I said, we all say stupid things and I don't hold onto grudges- too lazy. Subject is hereby abandoned. Excelsior.
Grace Slick turned 83 yesterday. Eighty-freaking-three. Grace Slick. I had to go lie down for a while.
Does anyone else underwrite the first draft, overwrite the second, and then find a balance in the third?
I seem to overwrite the hell out of the first draft and hack and slash to create the second. Haven't made it to a third yet, but balance sounds like a good goal.
That seems to be normal from what I hear but I have felt the opposite lately. I think I just get so many ideas for earlier chapters when writing the first draft that I go back in the second and add all this stuff and push every idea that it needs major cutting back in the third draft.
I begin to think I'm more erratic than most, especially when I read about people who write one draft then another. I write dozens of drafts of some sections of a book and only a few drafts of other sections. By the time I have an entire manauscript put together, it's a little like Frankensein's monster as far as drafts go. Some parts need to be written up, some parts need to trimmed down, and some parts are just right. Maybe I'll call it The Goldielocks style of editing, write myself a script, and sell classes online tauting it as a brilliant new approach to writing. There seem to be more people out there telling folks how to write, edit, and publish than there are folks actually writing, editing, and publishing. Talking about it must be easier than doing it, hmm?